Lyrics Kot Balu - на велике

In principle, as always,
 Opened his eyes
 I got up in two
 I had breakfast.
 Today is Sunday,
 I breathe simultaneously with everyone.
 On the street, old people, children,
 Singles, family
 Evil, good -
 But we are all humans, nonetheless ...
 I put a bottle of wine in my bag
 Gray Winston two packs
 Chinese noodles
 He sat down on a great -
 You need to drive through the city
 Then I will go to the mountains
 Brush your teeth at the cottage
 Wore a rumpled jacket,
 Shod? tired? sneakers
 Bike rides
 The sun blinds in the eyes
 Behind the city, buildings, steppe
 Also we make tracks
 ? House in a bag? on the Jubilee
 Hip-hop dead souls will warm, -
 Become kropal kinder
 And with the help of Indira or Andrey
 We are outside the apartment, outside the universe
 On Sundays
 With a new idea again stele
 I will come to Assel,
 She promised to give me a player
 Headphones rock and roll and container
 For gourmets Rakhmet Vanya Lenin.
 I drove seven kilometers,
 Yegor Letov began to sing in the wind.
 I can admire people and drive respects
 Without breaking off, give at least a little light
 Chet Baker, conversations with the sky to the music of summer
 Figaro far brother, I would have called on Mahmudka
 Salam, the king is Caesar, and Vadik from the center.
 Up to two hundred meters,
 Sounded brother of philadelphia
 I got a second heart somewhere.
 We catch samples for delicacies here.
 We share common interests with our relatives.
 We go forward, but without rails,
 Stopped near the forest.
 Eh ...
 This green nature does not lie to me at all
 She honestly pulled? in childhood
 My mother feeds chicks in the nest?
 And I immediately remember the family
 Rise higher higher
 Straight up to where the stars are
 There, where the sun and fresh mountain air
 Sit on a rock
 I get an old book from my bag
 And I will read some spiritual verse:

 You yourself sometimes do not understand
 Why it happens sometimes
 What are you going to come to people
 And you leave from people - not by yourself.

 There is a bad and good eye,
 Only it would be better if nobody watched:
 There is too much in each of us.
 Unknown, playing forces ...

 Oh, longing! After a thousand years
 We can’t measure souls:
 We will hear the flight of all the planets,
 Thunder peals in silence ...

 For now - live in the unknown
 And we do not know our strength,
 And, like children, playing with fire,
 We burn ourselves and others ...

 Everyone who is from the heart and for the soul ...

 From Sinegorye ...